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Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Mello Lemon -- It's Been A While

Character: Mello

Fandom: Death Note

OC: Allidia (Alice) Gerard, Age 18,
Likes: Chocolate

Inspiration: Strangely enough, computer
games. XDThe words ‘It had been a while’ could
translate into many different meanings. For instance, it had been a while since
Alice Gerard had seen her family; it had been a while since she had actually
used money to buy ice cream; and it had been a while since she had seduced
anyone. But in this case, the words meant something more sentimental, and held
an inspiring touch that made her heart swell. It had been a while since she had
written him a letter; it had been a while since she had listened to his voice;
and it had been a while since she’d seen him. It had just...been a while.

Alice had no idea where the time went. It always seemed
to just disappear whenever she wasn’t looking. All she knew was that it had to
have been at least three months since she had seen Mello, and that was always
bad news. (Bad, because usually he’d get into a good amount of trouble in a
little amount of time, and Alice
could only imagine what three months could have done to him. High security
prison immediately came to mind.)

She knew that he was competent – one of the
main things she liked about him – and that he could take care of himself. But
she wasn’t so sure about her own self. Life these days was long and boring, and
Alice was almost
always tempted to do something even more foolhardy than ever. It was a bad sign
when an ex-Mafia member couldn’t find the will to do what she loved. (Which
was, of course, participating in rather evil activities that looked down upon
any good-natured act.) Which was probably what had prompted her to get on her
bike and get out of her apartment.

Riding a motorcycle gave one a certain
sense of accomplishment and freedom, but riding it like Alice did forced other
reactions to well up inside her – and everyone who had to jump out of her way
as she came barreling down the sidewalk. The wind through her hair could be
compared to nothing else; the firm grip of the handles and brakes gave her
complete control. She could do anything she wanted...but there was only one
thing that she could think would cure her of the redundancy that her life had
become.

She had long since memorized the way to his
living arrangements, as scruff and foreboding as they were. With the sharpness
that came with her job, Alice
jerked down a small side street, bike rumbling like thunder as she progressed.

It was shabby as hell here, but it was also
rather comforting, because Alice
knew who was behind the crappy brick walls and metal plated doors. She wondered
what he was doing. Was he thinking about her? Was he scheming some big-shot
heist? She had a feeling he was doing neither, but rather lazing around chewing
one of his chocolate bars and scolding Matt to get off his gaming system.

It had been a while, she thought, since she
had come to visit him. The reinforced door that led to the undercroft of the
Mafia wouldn’t budge, but that didn’t bother Alice. The muscled men guarding said door –
complete with machine guns and typical bad-guy attire – that was what bothered
her.

She was sure they didn’t know who she was,
but to her surprise, they didn’t stop her from entering. Was this respect she
sensed? They must have heard of the legend she had built for herself, otherwise
they wouldn’t just allow her entrance. She smirked to them and continued on her
way.

It was cramped inside. There were rickety
metal pillars holding up the ceiling, and they were coated with so much rust
that they looked as unstable that the holey brick walls and the bullet-filled
floors. Alice
shook her head a bit, reminding herself that Mello never was one for interior
design. She continued on her way until she got to a particularly familiar room.

This was the place where they’d hang out
together. A tall TV set – the only thing abnormally new in the room – stood
stark against the brick backdrop. There were DVDs and Video Games crowding the
space around it, and controllers littering the coffee table. Two couches loomed
up. One faced the TV straight on, while the other looked toward the other
direction. Finally, two figures filled the room, making it seem much more
livable.

A brown haired boy wearing a stripped shirt
was bent over one Video Game controller. His eyes were so focused on the TV
screen that he didn’t seem aware of anything going on around him. The other boy
– a blonde haired, leather-wearing man – was strewn haphazardly on the couch.
There was an opened chocolate bar in his hand, half-eaten, and it dangled
lightly from slender fingers. He was watching the screen as well, albeit
uncaringly, and seemed to be thinking of something else.

A scoff fell from Alice’s lips, and she was immediately
regarded. Two pairs of eyes swiveled around to face her, brows furrowed. The
confusion cleared up a moment later, and both men turned back to what they were
doing. A roll of her eyes, Alice plopped herself onto the couch beside Mello
and turned her head to gaze at him. He ignored her.

She didn’t much care if he acknowledged her
presence or not, just as long as she was in his presence and not somewhere
else. It had been a while, she thought, since she had made him angry. Smirking
at the thought, she decided that it was high time to change that.

He wouldn’t ignore her for long. Leaning
forward, she rested her head on his shoulder, grinning when he tried to shrug
it off. The chocolate bar was hovering in front of her face, and even though
Alice didn’t much care for that kind of chocolate – she preferred it in ice
cream form, you see – she decided to go for it, just this once. She quickly
leaned forward and bit into the bar before pulling back a few feet away from
the man. He stared at her, eye twitching in annoyance, and watched as she
slowly licked her lips. It did taste good on her tongue, she thought, and
smirked at Mello. He let out a feral growl and threw the bar onto the coffee
table before turning to her. Oops. Alice had forgotten about this little side
of Mello. (You know, the vengeful one.) She was flat on her back not a moment
later, and his face was not two inches from hers.

“Give that back,” he ordered darkly,
narrowed eyes sliding from her own orbs to her plush lips as they chewed the
delicious sweet. She shook her head, smirking in a challenge.

Well, Mello was never one to give in to any
challenge. His lips were upon hers not a moment later, tongue battling to get
into her mouth. She tried her best refusing him – she really did! – but when he
suddenly bit down on her bottom lip, she couldn’t help but gasp. His tongue
darted into her mouth and fished around for the melted chocolate.

Her eyes closed in bliss as he continued
ravishing her mouth. It had been a while since he’d really kissed her. But to
her dismay, he didn’t linger long before pulling back. He soon got back into
his lazy position, chocolate bar back in hand and staring blandly at the
screen. Alice pouted at him for again ignoring her. Not that his taste was in
her mouth, she desperately wanted more from him. She slowly sat up, not taking
her eyes from him, and leaned forward. The chocolate bar was pulled away from
her and switched to the other hand suspiciously.

But that wasn’t what she was going for this
time. Her mouth was craving something a bit more substantial...something that
could quench the thirst that was now instilled within her. In a sudden
movement, she tackled Mello to the couch and straddled him, glaring playfully
down at his surprised honey orbs.

“Hey, Matt...?” she asked, leaning down to
press her lips against Mello’s neck. The gamer grunted to show he was
listening, and Alice continued, “...You may want to leave the room.” Then her
lips were attacking his fervently, and her body was pulled flush against his as
his arms latched themselves around her waist.

Matt merely rolled his eyes and muttered,
“I was afraid you’d say that...” before leaving the room to go find another TV.
He left not a moment too soon; a second after the door swung closed, Mello
rolled over and began attacking her lips with his.

It had been a while since she’d experienced
such poignant relief. Caged beneath him, Alice wrapped her arms about his neck
and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his chest in a silent plea. He
certainly didn’t ignore it. A moment later, his hands began groping every
available bit of her body as he could.

A growl tore through Mello’s throat as he
leaned over her. He nipped at her earlobe, muttering vaguely, “Why’d you come
back?”

But Alice didn’t answer him. Besides the
distraction of Mello’s movements, Alice had no clue as to why she was even gone
for so long. Various responses flew into her mind, but vacated her senses
before she could grasp onto them. Quickly giving up as Mello’s hands worked
their way up her shirt, Alice groaned and closed her eyes. To say that she
didn’t enjoy being in this situation was an understatement.

A leering grin found itself on Mello’s lips
when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. With a deep, guttural chuckle that
sent shivers of lust racing down Alice’s spine, he breathed, “Why, you naughty,
naughty girl. What else aren’t you wearing?” She didn’t miss the look he
flashed toward her pants. A sly smirk mirrored his own.

She was about to answer him, no doubt with
something as coy as his own words, but was quickly put to rest as his fingers
began fondling her nipples. Tugging almost painfully, Alice mewled and arched
her back once more. The man above her grinned in satisfaction.

Unfortunately for him, a delicious plan was
brewing inside Alice’s mind. She wasn’t the one to be taken lightly in any
situation, and this was no different. Ethereal touches were trailed down his
spine, hardly existent as she dipped lower and lower towards his waistline. He
reacted with much the same gentility, for once allowing her to have her way
rather than forcing the odds in his favor. Alice rather liked this dignified
side of him.

She leaned up slowly, hardly touching his
as she pushed his back with a single finger. It was hard to believe that such a
small movement could restrain him, but he must have known that his silence
would reap the rewards eventually. He smirked a rather characteristic smirk and
allowed her to push his back into the upright cushions. Alice crawled into his
lap a moment later and hummed.

“I wonder,” she nipped at his neck, “If
anyone might interrupt us?” Not that she really cared. She was far from being
prudish, after all. A simply grin annunciated her inquiry.

Mello growled, as though he was quickly
losing patience with her light teases, “Does it matter?” He leaned forward and
devoured her lips.

Alice sunk into the kiss quickly, clutching
at the leather fabric of his shirt as she hoisted herself farther onto him. Her
movement forced a snarl to rip through his throat, and before she could
teasingly ask what was the matter – as if she didn’t already know – Mello
grabbed her hips and jostled them against his. His growing erection was
restrained by the leather of his pants, but it was still discernable against
her bum. Alice chortled a bit in a mocking manner, and the man before her
scowled. He proceeded to rip her shirt away from her body, letting loose her
breasts and simultaneously halting her laughter. (But no matter the circumstance,
that aggravating smirk could not be removed from her plush lips.)

Mello ground his teeth together. He knew
that in a few moments, he’d have her all to himself, but before that he had one
little predicament to handle. He so dearly wanted to wipe that grin off your
face. As if reading his thoughts, Alice disentangled herself from his grip and
stood, looking lustfully at him through a thick fringe of lashes. The phrase
‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’ raced through her head. (Though she was
certain that if she really wanted to, she could beat him awfully bad.) Her
fingers found her belt buckle a moment later.

Mello sat back and raised a brow, looking
as sexy as ever as he observed her hands. Her tight blue jeans were slowly
disposed and thrown a few feet away beside her shirt. A lustful shiver tingled
through his body as he caught sight of the area that should have been covered.

A wild smirk, and then, “Tsk, tsk. No
wonder you’re so frisky. Such naughtiness ought to be punished.”

Alice hummed and did a small twist, not at
all embarrassed at the intensity of his gaze. She noticed how taut he looked as
he sat there. His legs were spread in his normal position, but this time, the
heady bulge beneath the leather beckoned to her. His fingers seemed cramped as
they tore through the delicate skin of his palms. With calculating eyes, his
hand caught her wrist as she made to turn around once more, and all but dragged
her back onto his lap. The drawstrings of his pants were loosened a moment
later, and were shimmed from his slender hips faster than Alice could blink.

It all happened so fast that she hardly had
any time to glance down and observe his twitching shaft before it was pushed
inside of her, and she was crushed tightly to his leather-bound chest.

Alice immediately keened and spread her
legs farther around him, pushing her knees into the fabric of the couch and
leaned forward. His fingernails found something else to sink into as they
grasped her hips, leading her around his stiff cock as he grunted and cursed
and snarled in pleasure.

Alice was quickly being overcome by the
hazy scent of sex. The heat was rising rapidly, jolting through her body with
every pound of their hips. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as she
felt Mello’s mouth fasten itself upon her bosom.

His teeth were not gentle as they bit down
onto her nipple, and she didn’t want them to be. The roughness that was purely
his had her on edge, sinking fitfully into what could only be described as raw
passion. His tongue lapped over her other nipple, switching places with his
free hand as he worked the pink skin into hard nubs.

After a moment, he pulled back and gazed at
her fiercely before jerking his hips into hers in a deadly barrage that nearly
sent her off the edge. With a harsh twist of her tender breasts, Alice let out
a strained mewl, breathy and coated in lust and need. She worked her hips into
small, tiny circles and almost came once more as he followed suit.

The power of his thrusts were quickly
creating a dazed dream world around her. Alice could only grip onto his
shoulders and tear her lips against his neck in an animalistic growl as he
continued his fast pace. Neither wanted to wait; neither wanted the draw out
whatever desire had built up. Heat coiled through Alice’s stomach, rearing and
biting and pounding, and she couldn’t hold in her basking moan as she fell into
an orgasm that shook her very soul.

Her spasms were bold and endearing, and
Mello found it quite easy to follow her as he rammed her hips into his and
milked himself clean. His throat convulsed in a deep, appreciative grunt as he
finished, and his hands, gentler this time, slowly continued pumping their hips
together as he released a satisfied sigh. His head fell back to rest upon the
cushions of the couch, and a moment later, every movement stopped.

Alice was delirious with relief. It surely
had been a while since she’d felt that degree of pleasure. She sunk into his
sweaty chest and sighed in contentment, pressing her cheek just over his heart
and listening to it’s fast beats. She felt his arm wind around her and rest at
her waist.

“Why’d you come back...?” he murmured,
breathy and barely coherent as he kissed her hair.

She glanced up at him, and their eyes
locked in a soft stare that had Alice’s heart reacting even more wildly than it
had before. A twitch of a smile reared at her lips, “...It’s been a while...and
I missed you.” She wasn’t sure where that had come from, but as she spoke the
words she knew they were true. She wasn’t complete unless she was here, by Mello’s
side. She wasn’t happy unless she could come home to his arms. She wasn’t
satiated unless he was the one to please her.

Mello hummed lightly, sanguinely, as though
he was more at peace now than he ever was, and nodded slowly. It surely had
been a while, and he had missed her, too. The sentiment lingered silently in
the air.Extended EndingEyes locked fitfully to the TV screen, Matt
sighed.